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Wednesday, April 26, 2006


Masquerade
My face is a mask that I hide behind.
The glass-like eyes that are kind,
The rose-like lips that are sweet.
But under it,
The glass-like eyes are wet and dripping,
The rose-like lips are cut and bleeding.
A gasping pain around my chest,
Around my heart is a snake-like rope,
But the mask hides it all
My inner soul left hidden.
People will not see
That my weaknesses are many.
Everyone walks in a masquerade ball,
But some hide more then others...

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